Well. Looks like he was lucky to run into her. There's no way Squalo would've managed to construct what essentially served as a portable fire hydrant. Frankly, he's more concerned about the forest than the ship blowing up, though he supposes pieces of it might still be useful -- but they can probably spare a moment or two before tackling it.

There are more concerning matters. He doesn't bother fighting the urge to lean back.

"Hey, whoa. You've got a face."

You're welcome?